Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.